Hello everyone! Um..well…this is my (tecnically) second fic, but my first I ever put up on fanfiction. I saw the new "Charlie and the Chocolate factory" and fell in ove with Willy. Who wouldn't? Anyway, I don't own Any characters from CatCF. I own only Cat, and in a way I don't own her either. Youll find out why in Chapter two! Please be gentle. Reviews are greatly welcomed! And tell me what you would like to read about! I got a plot already, and if it doesn't clash with the plot, I'd be glad to find a way to wriggle it in! Anyway…..Enjoy! AND REVIEW! Merci Beaucoup! PS: In the movie (if you've seen it) Willy has a flash back, showing grampa Joe worked for Willy 20 years ago. For the story, im changing it to about 10-15 years ago. Itll all work out, you'll see! . Based off the 2005 movie "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" Directed by Tim Burton

Chapter One: The News

She gazed up at the dark factory, leaning up against the iron gate. Smoke rose from the chimmney of the Wonka factory, and she wondered idly what it looked like inside, and how lucky the boy Charlie was to have got to live, him and his family, with the famous Willie Wonka. She stood up, straightening her black trench coat, a bit worn from wear, and turned to walk down the street. The snow was piled thick on the town, and the sidewalks were ladden with it. It reminded her oddly of a ginger bread town, covered with sugar and she giggled softly. She knew it was stupid that her, a woman of 26, to be imagining those type of things.But she couldn't help it. Being a writer, she loved thinking like a child, and even acted like one some of the time. It helped her to get into her work.

Walking down a small street, she headed to an old building. It was her home now, having moved out of her hell hole she called home back in California. Sure it was a nice state, but the people their were irritating. Besides, she liked this little worn down apartment building...It reminded her a bit of what her soul would look like if she could yank it out and mold it into architecture. Walking into the buidling, she smiled at Veronica. She could always count on Veronica, a lovely old lady who sat everyday, at precisly 4 pm, reading the newspaper in the front lobby. It was from her that she found out about that boy becoming Wonka's heir to the Chocolate Empire.

"Catherine! My dear girl, how are you!" Veronica smiled and waved Catherine over. She was becoming increasingly worried about this girl. She knew all about her wrightings, and how Cat despretly wanted to be an author. But it seemed her late nights and early mornings were finally catching up on her. The girls normally beautifully tan skin was pale, and her usual glistening silver eyes were a dull and worn out chrome. Her cloths looked slept in, and her long blue-black hair was in a rough ponytail, looking as if it hadnt been brushed. And she had left the apartment looking like this? Tsk-Tsk...

"Hello Veronica...Im fine. How are you?" Cat sat down next to the plump old woman

"Well, Im peachy deary. But you! You most definetly are far from 'fine'! Look at you, your a mess!" Cat couldn't help smiling. She loved Veronica dearly, even though she had only known her a few months. She was like a mother hen, watching over everyone in the building.

"Really, Im fine, just tired. I had a brain blast for my latest book, pumped out about half a story, then died. I thought id go for a walk, take in some fresh air, and see if i can get some inspiration." Veronica smiled at the girl...no, young woman, and nodded in understanding. She reached in her bag and pulled out a few coins, handing them to her.

"I know you dont have much money, and I think you need a treat. Go a buy a Wonka bar. I know how you adore them, and I'm sure the sweetness will make you think of something."

"No I can't I—"

"Youll take it, or I'll go buy the candy, and shove it down your pretty little neck for you!" She winked at Cat, and pressd the money into her hands. "Please Cat, for me?" Cat smiled and nodded, tucking the money away.

"But only for you!" She giggled."Well I best be off." She kissed Veronica on the cheek and stood. Veronica suddenly looked excited, her eyes bright, and a wide smile on her face. She looked positively bubbly.

"Oh Cat, one last thing. Since you got your phone disconnected, your boss called me. Hes from the newspaper right? Well, he said he got in touch with THE Willy Wonka! He said that Mr. Wonka is allowing a reporter to come into the factory and interview him and that little boy….Charlie Pail….Is that his name, deary?"

"Bucket, Charlie Bucket." Cat waited anxiously.

"That's right! My mind isn't as sharp as it used to be. Anyway, seems the little boy wants Mr. Wonka to get back out into the world, so hes asked for an interview! And you've been picked for the job!"

Cat stood and stared in shock. Her journalism job was merely a way to make ends meat, to keep her alive while she tried to become an author. Her boss had loved the work she had done on all her past colums…..but she didn't think she impressed him this much!

"Cat darling? Are you listening? You get to meet Willy Wonka!"

"I-I get to meet Willy Wonka? I GET TO MEET WILLY WONKA!" She yelled in joy, the color of her skin and the brightness in her eyes instantly returning. She couldn't belive it. After all these years wondering about the strange man behind the delicious candies, shell finally get to meet him face to face. She finally be able to see inside that factory! She had put the factory, and a character similer to Wonka, though she had no idea how he acted, and had only glimpsed him once when she stood outside the factory, watching the 5 chosen children enter the factory, in one of her stories. And how she depicted him made her want to despretly belive that's how he was. A bit strange, kind, deeply in love with making chocolate and bring smiles to other peoples faces. She was embaressed to admit, but she had a very small crush on the chocolatetier. He was attractive, if a bit pale.

"Oh Veronica thank you so much for the news! You look like a gray haired angle from heaven!" The pink cheeked lady laughed in delight when Cat hugged her tightly.

"Your boss said to be there tomarrow at noon, so dress nicely!" Cat nodded, then gasped

"Oh no! What am I to wear!" She heads towards the exit.

"Where are you going! You need SLEEP!"

"Yea, AND I need a new outfit, and a Wonka bar!" Veronica laughed herself blue.

Me:Well? Yes yes? Good? Bad? Huh huh huh!

Willy: Your even weirder then I am

Me: AM NOT!

Willy: ARE SO!

:Sticks tongue out at him:

Me: Anyway…..review? Please: )